Yes
I get angry
When you talk to her before me.
Maybe because you saw her first?
But that doesn't change it for me.

Yes
This is the umpteenth time
I've written a poem about you.
Maybe it's my escape?
But it doesn't fix the damage
That will always be right behind me

Yes
I am drained.
And I don't know how much
Longer I can hold on.
Maybe it was you?
But remember I love you.

k.m.c